Just half a foot of the space between the two claws of the Frost Dragon, a figure wearing a golden monk's robe reached out to caress the sword.

The long sword roared, as if it was joyful and sorrowful.

"Mu Canghe, how did you agree to me at the beginning?"

The monk touched the sword's edge with his fingers and let it cut the fingertips, and blood slid down the sword's edge.

Blood fell on the ice dragon's sharp claws one by one.

Every drop of ice dragon's body became colder.

The originally ice-clear and transparent Frost Dragon had a body covered with a touch of blood and turned into a light pink.

The face of the Golden Crown Spirit Demon tribe who held the ice stick changed drastically, and the hands holding the ice stick kept trembling.

The monk turned around slowly, showing his pretty face. But he looked sad and seemed to endure the great sadness.

"You said that Ling Xue will be sent back to the Spirit Demon Tribe."

The monk spoke with a cold voice.

"Qin Bingzhi..."

Mu Canghe looked at the monk with a pale face, wanting to speak, but seemed to suppress something and couldn't say anything at all.

"Why did Ling Xue become a sword spirit? Do you have nothing to say to me?"

The monk stroked the Binghan sword with one hand, his voice calm and indifferent.

Even though there are thousands of people watching, there is only one monk at this time.

"I'm sorry..." Mu Canghe's voice was powerless, and he shook his head without saying anything.

As his voice fell, the muscles on the monk's face slowly twisted, gritting his teeth, and pausing: "Ming-King-Zhen-Shi!"

"boom!"

The sound of the frost dragon behind the monk instantly shattered, and then the scattered ice cubes were entangled with each other and combined to turn into a thousand-petaled blood-colored ice crystal lotus, held under his feet.

"Qin Bingzhi, you are no longer the spirit demon envoy of the Spirit Demon Clan, you have no right—" The shocked voice of the Jinguan Spirit Demon Clan was not finished, and the ice stick in his hand turned into pieces with a "bang".

After these fragments fell, they flew to the monk's feet and formed a golden lotus pod of three feet in radius.

The Jinguan Lingde tribe members had a gloomy face, but did not make a sound.

Whether it was Qin Bingzhi before or Wuyan now, he could not offend him.

But he would never be willing to throw away a half-spirited weapon.

"Son of Buddha!"

"He is the Buddhist son of Dalun Mingwang Temple!"

...

The Buddhist son of Dalun Mingwang Temple.

No wonder.

Zhao Yang nodded, and looked at Qin Bingzhi's extraordinary appearance and couldn't help but secretly envious.

This guy's appearance is really cool.

At this time, not only the spiritual demon clan, but also the countless practitioners around were shocked by his method of turning ice dragons into ice lotus.

Standing on the huge thousand-petaled ice lotus, Qin Bingzhi raised his hand and grabbed it forward.

Mu Canghe's body flew up involuntarily.

It seemed as if an illusory rope had strangled Mu Canghe's throat, making his face flushed.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Qin Bingzhi looked at Mu Canghe coldly, and his blunt palm slowly clenched.

Mu Canghe made a giggle sound in his throat, as if it was an explanation, as well as a relief.

"Buzz--"

The long sword that was originally standing beside Qin Bingzhi was roaring anxiously.

Mu Canghe closed his eyes.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn around - head - is - shore..."

At this moment, a faint sound rang out.

The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore!

Qin Bingzhi's whole body was shocked, and his tight palms relaxed.

Mu Canghe fell in mid-air, coughing while breathing heavily.

"It's you." Qin Bingzhi looked up and looked at somewhere in the void.

I saw a practitioner wearing a light white robe revealing his figure.

"Qin Bingzhi, long time no see."

Zhao Yang, who was standing in the air, looked at Qin Bingzhi with a smile, and did not feel any respect because he was a Buddhist son.

"I am not shored."

Qin Bingzhi, or the shoreless monk put his hands together and bowed slightly to Zhao Yang.

"This Dharma name is still inspired by the donor's words, "The endless sea of ​​suffering, is the inspiration of the shore." Facing Zhao Yang, Qin Bing was gentle and elegant, without any previous hostility.

Looking at Qin Bingzhi, who was looking down in front of him, Zhao Yang seemed to see the beautiful and beautiful spirit demon that was like a woman again.

"Let Mu Canghe go."

Zhao Yang said softly.

A trace of anger flashed across Wuyan's face, but it quickly disappeared.

"The donor misunderstood. Today, I'm here to save him."

"Build a pagoda for him?" Zhao Yang looked at Wuhen in front of him, and looked at his hands clasped, feeling so strange.

"If he wants, I can accept him as the guardian." Wu An nodded calmly and said.

"What if I want to take him away?" Zhao Yang's face was calm. Today's Wuyan was no longer the Qin Bingzhi that he used to be.

Wu Yan clasped his hands together and lowered his head slightly to Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang sighed softly in his heart.

In his opinion, he was unwilling to fight Wushang.

"No one can take away Mu Canghe today!" In the distance, the Jinguan Ling Demon clan roared.

But neither Zhao Yang nor Wu Yan paid attention to him.

Even if he is a real person in Nascent Soul.

"Ahem, when will my life be controlled by someone else?" Mu Canghe, who recovered, straightened his waist, and a flash of inspiration in his hand, and started with a long sword.

A swordsman will be uncomfortable without a sword in his hand.

He looked at Zhao Yang with a hint of loneliness on his face: "I didn't expect that I, Mu Canghe, knew that I was in the world, and it was you who finally rescued me."

"You have been kind to me, so I will naturally repay this kindness." Zhao Yang looked at Mu Canghe and whispered: "I will protect your life."

After Zhao Yang finished speaking, a mysterious light gray aura emanated from the surroundings, and two long swords hung on both sides of his body.

Two long swords roared gently, turning the space within ten feet of Zhao Yang's body into a slightly illusory level, as if it was covered by a gauze curtain.

"The power of mysterious magnet..." Mu Canghe whispered.

"Liangyi Sword, he is Liangyi Sword Zhao Yang!"

"The deputy director of the Frost and Snow Sword Academy!"

...

The changes in the Frosnow Sword Academy over the past two years have been too great. Coupled with Zhao Yang's intentional publicity, all the sword cultivators under the Daxue Mountain have heard of their reputation.

Especially Zhuge and his son, and Zhao Yang, the Liangyi Sword.

No one in Daxueshan came to save Mu Canghe, but this Liangyi Sword has an old age with Mu Canghe.

The onlookers looked at Zhao Yang.

This person is said to be strong and is a hero of the rise of the Frost and Snow Sword Academy.

But how powerful he is, there are really not many people who have seen him take action.

Today, did you have the opportunity to see the Liangyi Sword take action?

"Buzz--"

Not far behind Zhao Yang, Mu Canghe's long sword spread out, and his sword energy condensed into a blood mark, rushing straight into the sky.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi--"

Wu Yan clasped his hands together, and lotus flowers appeared around him, making people unable to help but want to worship him.

The momentums between the three people intertwined, like waves, surging and endless.

"You really want to interfere in the affairs of my Spirit Demon Clan?"

Four magic figures with different expressions appeared behind the Golden Crown Spirit Demon clan. When his arms spread out, two frost dragons roared and twisted in the void, as if they wanted to swallow the three people in front of them at any time.

"It's so much nonsense." Zhao Yang pointed his fingers and a long sword moved towards the Frost Dragon.
Chapter completed!